Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.